A Lot Horrible…and A Little Good…

I am sitting with a warm cup of coffee and listening to Christmas music as my boys build wooden blocks on the floor.

Yes, I know it’s bit early for Christmas music…but I just can’t help myself.

I know that some are saddened that the hot weather has passed, but I have to say that I absolutely love this time of year.

The chill in the air, the coziness I feel in a warm sweater and baking seems so much more appropriate than in the summer.

I think warm fresh bread tastes better in the Fall and Winter.

Yesterday my five-year old son was asking to try a sip of my warm decaf-coffee. I humored him and waited for the response I’d get after he tried it.

He looked very thoughtful for a moment and said…“Well mommy…It’s a lot horrible…and a little good”. He got me thinking, as often my boys do with light bulb moments that remind me check in with my personal thought life.

It reminded me that far to often I allow one negative thing in my twenty-four hour days to dictate how my whole day is viewed.

The day can be going beautifully and there can be a terrible smudge that appears…a child misbehaving..an argument between brothers…so many good things can occur in a day….but then my positive view the day becomes destroyed. Just one minute is all it takes. Homeschooling has been a tremendous blessing, but there are those moments when you wish the school bus would come pick them all up. ( In a moment of frustration.)

Do you ever have this happen? Frustration attempts to take hold of your day…plowing through even  the most positive of days. Just that one event or moment takes charge of your attitude toward the rest of your day.

I have in fact been working on this in my heart and my head. Praying God would make me aware of my attitude and how I view the very breath He gave me…each second…not to neglect joy that He provides in my life, even when ugliness occurs.

So my goal this week is to make a habit of happiness.

When the things that make my day dark occur…I want to get through them and come out the other side still thankful and appreciative of the day, regardless of its bumps and pot holes that attempt to flatten my tires and take me off my path.

Be encouraged in moments like these.We can pass through the dark clouds and return to the bright day of sunshine first with the help and strength of the Lord, and our willingness to be aware and be prepared..to be proactive about the outcome of our attitude.

Tales From Inside My Heart…

So many tales from inside of my heart remain filed away, hidden from plain sight. Yet my God brings them forth…stories I have yet to hear, only God knows their beginnings and ends…and in-betweens…

He knows what inside my heart, my mind and soul.

My Father…

I have struggled for so long…allowing God to be my Father…

to care for me…discipline me..teaching lessons with reproof, love and grace…designed to strengthen and protect me…

To allow Him to love me unconditionally…what’s that? Are you kidding me?

Without condition? Without anything in return He would love me? Really? He loved me before I was made…? What’s the catch?

I had to ask His forgiveness. I had put Him in a human box. Treating Him like he was a man. Like another person, just a person. Someone we try to please, in hopes of their approval and affirmation. I have feared His rejection without even realizing it…till now.

I wasn’t treating Him like the immense God and Father that He is.

I realized I couldn’t understand “unconditional” and feared even the loss of God’s love for me, as I would a loved one here on earth…

His love is not like our love…It’s greater, so unfathomable…it’s forgiving…completely…forgiving…

My Father…shows great love…constantly…without end…for His creation…

I am learning, discovering daily, and trusting HIm.

His strong hands that carry me, like a

Father carries His sleeping child and tucks them peacefully into their secure and familiar bed.

He carries us with His unconditional love wrapped around us.

His arms protect us and desire to love us, and us to love Him.

Without condition…we can trust…His love…

Hopscotching Through Life…

The heat wave that has bear hugged us until we can’t breathe has kept our family indoors most days. Morning time has been outside playtime, and afternoons….well…too hot even to go to the public pool.

Today was more pleasant than our most recent weather, although still a scorching 95 degrees and holding.

We took to the grass and sat in the shade and decided not to let this heat ruin our fun.

My two oldest ran around with binoculars all around the outside, hiding behind bushes…sneeking around…playing spies…

My two-year old and I managed to keep our wits about us as we chose to draw a hopscotch game on the driveway with sidewalk chalk.

I love to watch him jump on the hopscotch path. He throws the rock…it lands on a number and he hops, skips and jump on all of them…not even avoiding the number the rock landed on. He just giggles and loves every second.

As I am often reminded of life situations when seeing my children play or interact…I was one again intrigued in this moment.

As people, we grow into adults and follow the paths laid out in front of us…sometimes we don’t…some of us rebel from the path…go a complete different direction…either way…there are often barriers, hurt, anger, the rocks in our lives that land right where we are supposed to go…and sometimes in places we weren’t meant to go.

In life it’s easy to see big rocks in our path…sometimes they are boulders really..and we avoid them…walk around them…sometimes run…often hide until the rock is gone (we think it is)…and then continue on through life. Even the small pebbles, they may not obstruct our way, but soon, if not moved from our path…it becomes almost impossible to get through…

I’ve learned that it is imperative that we don’t run from those boulders or even little rocks that get in the way. Even small issues can completely snowball into something that changes who we are and how we deal with life and it’s situations.

I’ve spent my life running around the boulders that have blocked my way. Viewing them as a hazard, and avoiding the emotions and irritation it often causes. I was neglecting the need to process it the way God intended.

God knows these rocks by name…He knows where and when they are going to fall.

He’s just waiting for us to talk to Him. He wants us to daily seek Him so that we might be made aware of possible obstacles, and be ready when they land in front of us.

So as my sons rock landed on number six along the hopscotch board….he didn’t think twice..he just jumped…I want to so fully trust in the Lord that I can just jump and know completely that He’s carrying me right through it, no matter the size of the difficulty that lies in my path.

Don’t run away, rely of God’s mighty power…He is our strength and shield…our helper in time of need.

The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts   in him, and he helps me. My heart leaps for joy, and with my song I praise him.~Psalm 28:7

Beauty In The Dark Of The Storm…

This last week we’ve been the receiving end of some major thunderstorms during sleeping hours.

The grass has been sopping wet and the ditches full.

With these storms came something beautiful.

The rhododendron in our back yard has been blooming in a gorgeous way the past many days, and with the hard rains and wind a few branches had broken away.

Although they were broken and taken from the bush…the flowers blooming remained and in tact and maintained their beauty.

I went and retrieved the blossoms and put them into a pitcher on my kitchen table. We have enjoyed their beauty and lovely fragrance.

I was reminded of times in life that storms come…the thunder may boom…the lightening may flash…

Yet beauty can come through the dark clouds…and we can enjoy that beauty if we just reach out and grasp it…

At All Times…

Throughout my life there has been a plethora of moments that have been the deciding factor on which way my life will go…which direction…

 Will I choose right or left…will I choose to sit on the fence on this decision or make a solid choice?

Most choices were made for me at a young age…as I aged…I made them…but sometimes still allowed others to choose for me  by caring too much what they would think of me…and I was left with the crumbling pieces of a decision that I wish I’d grasped and had made with God’s guidance.

Learning to make a decision and feel confident about the choice sometimes ends in a dramatic result that we wish we could have forfeited.

As I have made it into the thirties of adult life…I have discovered more than ever to be in prayer about things at all times.

This little decision we think so unnecessary to pray about…often are those choices that can completely change the direction of our path with each little choice…and each little step and footprint. Each choice leaves a mark or impression on the future and the choices we will make.

Prayer is not for just acquiring what we want or wish for…its about relationship…a consultation with the Savior…a conversation with your best friend…

He knows what’s best. We do not…yet we take it upon ourselves to add more to our life description than God intended when He created us. We than stress our minds with things that should be placed in the hands of the Almighty…for our hands are not big enough or strong enough to hold all the weight of life decisions.

We are not in charge…no matter what we think or say…we did not create ourselves…we are known by God…loved by God…and wanted by God as those who love Him back and choose Him above all else.

At all times…ask His strength to be with you…At all times…lay your life at His feet…

At all times…ask and it shall be given….At all times…seek and you shall find

May the Lord not just be a part of your decision making…let Him make it for you.

The Gift Of Time…

Time is precious…it moves on and never stops…the sun comes up and goes down in the same breath of a day…time continues…

Reserve time for friends and family.

Make it happen.

We never know how long they will be here. Every second counts, and with each tick of the clock life can change course, it can change everything.

Never take time for granted…

Always take an oppurtunity to share time with a loved one.

Although we seem to control so many things in life, time is a dimension that is out of our hands.

The Lord knows us before our first breath and after our last…Although unbelieveable beauty lies before us in Gods beautiful Heaven…our hearts still cling to those we’ve crossed paths with, those it’s seems we’ve known forever and those kindred spirits that grab our hearts and remain special in our lives.

Let us appreciate the gift of time God’s given…and never lose sight of its importance and significance.

Dead Grass…

It’s that time of year when the birds are singing…the lawn movers are roaring and kids are running through the grass squealing and playing.

Even with all the rain and dew that we wake up to in the mornings, we still see brown patches in our lawns on occasion. What do we do?  We try to figure out the source of the problem…grubs? What could it be? Is our soil infected with something killing our grass…? Some dig up the dead grass and plant new…but sometimes scraping off the surface and spreading new seed isn’t always the answer. Sometimes we call the professionals…they come…they push around those little carts filled with “professional” lawn care products. In hopes that this will be the answer.

So often when dealing with a situation in life we tend to just pull back the first layer of unforgiveness, hurt or sin not dealt with in our lives. Sometimes we try to cover it up with something, something new..thinking it will change the course of our circumstance. Often what occurs is not pretty. We’re okay for a small while…but yet the issue lives on and the grass of our lives is brown and dry once again.

Tending to our soil…nurturing it and filling it with the necessities and needs for growth…Digging deeper when the soil is rotten or infested with something that

can’t be removed without shoveling out to bad and filling it back up with the good.

Do you have brown  spots of dead grass in your lawn? Are you tending to it or just trying to cover over what lies beneath. Those brown dead spots in our beautiful green lawns of life will continue to return until dealt with.

1 John 1:8-9 ~ If we say we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us. If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.

AND KNOW  when you dig up and remove all the ugliness from beneath…here is a reminder of what can lay over that new soil in place of the old.

Shout for joy to the Lord, all the earth.  Worship the Lord with gladness; come before him with joyful songs. Know that the Lord is God. It is he who made us, and we are his; we are his people, the sheep of his pasture.Enter his gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise; give thanks to him and praise his name.  For the Lord is good and his love endures forever; his faithfulness continues through all generations.

Be encouraged…take heart…you can do it…I am too